When I was a kid in the early 1980s, I remember a blizzard blowing outside, while a sandstorm raged on the tv as we watched Lawrence of Arabia ...
It was so cold that weekend, we all slept in the living room, and closed off the upstairs of that drafty old farmhouse.
I had inadvertently forgotten about the goldfish in my room. When I thought of it, there were chunks of ice floating in his bowl -- looked like slush. The amazing thing is that he was mostly OK when he thawed out--must explain why fish survive winters in a frozen lake ...
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